by Stephens, L.
The words spilled out of Jill like a winter’s waterfall. It was a well-rehearsed mea culpa, where the receiving party can’t return fire, without feeling petty. She watched as the Uber driver’s eyes went to slits. It wasn’t going to be easy, but the first battle was close to being won. Jill put her hand on the asshole’s back, signaling him to support her and ease tensions.
“Are you serious?” the asshole said over his shoulder with a laugh.
Jill was taken aback. She had never in her whole life been laughed at when she had shown some affection. Everyone who had been privileged enough to get some unprovoked love from Jill had always fallen at her feet. She could see the Uber driver was smirking, trying to hold back a giggle, which irked her even more. Jill reached for her nose to cover it. It must have been worse than she thought. It looked bad in the fat mom’s compact but not terrible. It was just your average run of the mill nose with a little bit of blood.
“Jake!” the Uber driver yelled loudly like the common street tramp she was. “Behind you!”
Jill didn’t register why she was yelling, but the asshole spun around, almost knocking her over. She turned too. It must have been important if there was a commotion of this magnitude.
Two of the gross dead creatures had poured out onto the rooftop, and Jill thanked her lucky stars that she had the asshole there to protect her. He pulled the gun from his waistband like the fucking sex god he was and aimed it at them. They had gotten into a little bit of a tangle as they came through the doorway together. It seemed there was no etiquette in the world of the undead. The asshole took his time to properly aim at them, and Jill could feel her pussy slick at the sheer manliness he was exuding. She bit her lip and savored the moment. He had managed to take down the creep with one shot. Watching him take down these two would be bliss. He squeezed the trigger, and Jill heard the gun go click. Even she knew he was out of bullets. She rolled her eyes. This wasn’t very romantic at all.
“Fuck!” the asshole yelled as he checked the gun.
The fat and skinny creatures stumbled towards Jill, increasing speed with every step, and she fell behind the asshole. If he wasn’t equipped to take care of these losers he definitely wasn’t fit to be her man.
“Run, Sarah, I got this!” the asshole said over his shoulder.
“Excuse me?” Jill said indignantly.
The asshole took his eyes of the creatures for a half a second to register an apology with his eyes, and Jill gave him a quick smile to accept.
“If you’re not going to run, stand behind me, okay?” the asshole said like the hot piece of man-meat he was.
“Of course, babe,” Jill said. “You got this.”
Jill softly put both her hands on his back. He was sacrificing himself for her, and it was such an awesome feeling that he would give his last moments on Earth to bow at her feet, while the creatures attacked him and she ran to freedom.
Jill was amazing: a pure specimen of beauty and life. She wished she could do a live Instagram right now and show the world how much she meant to everyone she came in contact with. Max would really appreciate this moment too, some loser giving his life for her and showing him exactly what he was missing. Jill was happy, everything was going according to plan. All she had to do was push the asshole over like she had done to the Uber driver and her life would be perfect once again.
CHAPTER 134: CLASSIC JAKE
What a cunt, Jake thought. She had probably just done the same thing to Sarah and the little girl and now she was about to pull the same shit on him. Fuck that! He stepped back into her and felt her hands go gently with him, her arms acting like a spring ready to eject Jake into the fire. He hated he had to deal with the annoying slut from the night before plus the two zombies that were coming towards him, but deep down he knew every time he fucked there was a price to pay. One of the zombies was tall, where the other one was fat, so Jake likened them to Laurel and Hardy. He wasn’t a fan of their films as they were always in black and white, but he used to watch them with his grandfather, and that was a fond memory. Even fonder now knowing that Max had fucked his grandfather over so heinously.
Pistol-whipping them was his best shot. Even if it was a pretty dismal shot, it was the only shot he had. Jake turned his head back to Sarah but she was gone. Part of him felt alone now, but the overwhelming majority felt happy there was still some hope for her, and he damn well owed her that. He felt it at the same time as he got the idea, so in court, he could honestly say it wasn’t premeditated. Her arms straightened just as Jake was about to do his pistol whip strike, hoping it wasn’t another guy with a metal plate embedded in his dome. As he went in for the kill, or in this case the put-out-of-your-misery, he felt himself being pushed forward. She didn’t expect him to be so quick to her game, but he moved with her momentum and pivoted sideways while at the same time grabbing her perfect ass one last time and thrusting her at the zombie’s waiting arms.
The highlight of this moment was Jake catching Jill’s eye for the briefest second and winking a wink that made sure she knew this was all her own doing. Jake had fucked her, blown a load inside her and discarded her as easily as he had met her, but truth be told, he would have died for Jill. The wink might have been a little bit overkill, but in a world of kill or be killed, sometimes you just had to fuck the corpse to show who was still alive.
It was almost anti-climactic. Jill’s momentum swiveled her around and she fell backwards onto Zombie Laurel and Hardy who promptly began devouring her soft neck and shoulders. To her credit and Jake’s amazement she didn’t fight them off. She accepted her plight like a true soldier. He guessed all was fair in love and war, or maybe she had just given up, like the large man on the street he had seen earlier. Even so, the lack of Jill fighting back made it look like Zombie Laurel and Hardy were gently kissing the love of their life while she enjoyed their passionate affection. Her body was covered in blood and her face had turned almost blue, but she was still alive and she looked ruefully into Jake’s eyes. She didn’t say a word, her cold eyes trying to pierce his soul, but Jake didn’t care. Her death would not be mourned or remembered.
@KillingJake tied up some loose ends and don’t feel bad about it. #BitchesBeCrazy
CHAPTER 135: SO CLOSE YET SO FAR
Give the ones you love wings to fly, roots to come back, and reasons to stay.
― Dalai Lama XIV
“Oh my God!” Sarah said in horror.
Sarah was stunned. She didn’t like Jill at all, especially after she tried to kill her and Ava, but being eaten alive by two zombies was a bit much in her opinion. It seemed Jill and David had built up so much Karma that just one zombie was not enough to pay for their passage into the next world.
“Jake,” Sarah said, shaking her head.
Jake turned to her with one of his cheeky smiles and shrugged.
“You mess with the bull, you get the horns,” Jake said cheerfully.
“That’s not funny!” Sarah chided. “We’re not out of this yet.”
She had taken the opportunity to grab the assault rifle as Jake had thrown Jill to the zombies. Ava had stuck with Sarah, hiding behind her and holding on to her leg like her life depended on it, because it did.
“It is, if you think about it,” Jake said as he put the handgun in his waistband and motioned for her to throw him the rifle.
She threw the rifle gently to him, and he caught it in the same motion as he marched towards Jill and her zombie lovers. Zombie Laurel and Hardy didn’t notice him as they feasted on Jill, and without missing a beat Jake brought the butt of the rifle down as hard as he could on his original target, Zombie Hardy. Sarah turned away and quickly covered Ava’s eyes from the gore. She hadn’t expected it to be so easy. She really hadn’t dealt with them much since she had been thrown into their world so abruptly earlier that morning.
Zombie Hardy’s head parted like the Red Sea, and the zombie fell to the ground in a heap, but the butt of the rifle stayed with him, wedged under his skull. With
both zombies not holding Jill’s corpse anymore, she fell on top of Zombie Hardy, leaving Zombie Laurel standing alone looking at Jake. With his undying hunger never satisfied, Zombie Laurel lurched forward, and Jake stepped back putting both his hands on the zombie’s shoulders to keep his teeth at bay.
“Jake!” Sarah yelled.
They began to waltz and Zombie Laurel had the lead, pushing Jake back to the point where he was struggling to hold him away and his feet were beginning to stumble.
“A little help?” Jake said over his shoulder as he stumbled backwards to Sarah.
Sarah ran to him and reached for Zombie Laurel’s shoulders hoping to pull them apart, but they were moving too quickly and they evaded her grasp. They continued their dance together towards the edge of the building, and Sarah could sense if she didn’t do something now Jake would go over the edge or end up in the gnashing teeth of his partner.
“No,” Sarah whispered. “Not again.”
She had only just gotten him back and was getting used to him being around. All the little things that she had looked back on when they weren’t together and had hated were all the things he had done as soon as they were reunited. His cavalier attitude towards major indiscretions, his jokes during stressful moments and his sexy smiles directed at her when anger pulsed through her, usually made her hate him and forget about missing him. But, as she watched him tussling with the zombie that had cut in so egregiously, she realized she didn’t hate all those things that made Jake who he was. She missed them and would never be right if they went out of her life again.
Sarah could hear a scream, but she didn’t realize it was her own. Everything was happening to someone else, and it was all laid out in front of her, but she couldn’t put the pieces together. The muscles in Jake’s arms flexed overtime, trying to get enough purchase to throw Zombie Laurel over the edge as they continued their bizarre pirouette. It looked like he was succeeding, as he now had Zombie Laurel with his back to the edge as they stumbled towards it, but Zombie Laurel also had Jake in his clutches. The pieces started forming in front of her, and the picture wasn’t pretty. There was no way he could stop, the momentum was too great.
“Jake!” Sarah yelled. “What are you doing!?”
He looked over his shoulder to her, and his shin caught on the edge of the building. It was surreal. It didn’t seem like the guy she loved or the guy who hours earlier had turned her life upside down and her boyfriend inside out.
“No!” Sarah screamed as she watched the soles of Jake’s Vans disappear over the edge.
Her eyes shut involuntarily. She didn’t want to see what became of him. She didn’t want to admit it was over, not just yet.
CHAPTER 136: FALLEN ANGEL
In everyone’s life there is one moment that stands out above the rest: the ultimate in crazy fucking moments. The moment that one day you are going to put down as your one true, life-defining moment. If you’re lucky, you’re going to be an old bastard living in a retirement village basking in post-sex glory after you’ve banged some old, wrinkled up vixen, who you know is someone’s grandma but, fuck it, smashing any puss at this age is worth its weight in gold. Naked and wheezing, you’re going to be lying there, thinking whether it’s too early to put your pants back on and get the fuck out of there without her getting pissed and boom! Heart attack! You’re dying! This is it! Your life is flashing before your eyes, and, lucky for you, you’ve just cum, so you’re not going to be thinking of the best pussy you ever had or the one that got away. It’s going to be your clear time, the time when you make your best decisions, because the thought of trying to fuck someone is a million miles away and not impeding your judgment. You want to reach for your life-alert bracelet, but you’re enjoying the memories, the achievements, the happiness, the glory and, most of all, the embarrassments that led to this moment.
Jake knew he was never going to see the inside of a retirement village, let alone the inside of another person. His life-defining moment was going to be his death. Everything was in slow motion. He guessed that’s what happened as you died; your brain slowed down, giving you time to process your death, giving you maximum anxiety and maximum pain. He saw something over Sarah’s shoulder that he hadn’t noticed during his brief time on the rooftop: his best friend, laying in a small pool of blood, and his heart sank even further. Fuck this hero shit, he thought. He was definitely no hero. He had killed his best friend. He hadn’t done the damage, but he had led him to the gallows.
Gravity took over and he began to fall. He thought maybe he deserved to die and that his death was the unpaid balance of his constant selfishness. He looked to catch Sarah’s eye even if it was a second, because in this slow-motion state it would feel like an eternity, but just like everything with them, the timing was off. Her eyes were closed. He decided if this was his life-defining moment he could be at peace. She was safe and free from him. She could live her life or what was left of it without having to worry about some asshole that only cared for himself first and foremost. In the blink of an eye he had gone from hero to zero, and he had disappeared from her view.
As Jake fell, his thoughts of letting down those nearest and dearest to him disappeared in an instant as he felt the cable hit the side of his body and flip him around. The cable wedged in his armpit and despite the pain that ran through every fiber of his being, he kept his arm tight to his side to stop him from falling further. As he clung to the cable for dear life, he got a quick glimpse of Zombie Laurel hitting the ground. He exploded on impact, turning into a bloody pulp that squirmed and writhed like undead road kill.
“Fuck!” Jake whispered.
Jake swung slowly as pain pumped through him. Zombies from the street were heading down the alley towards the pile of goo that was formerly Zombie Laurel, and it seemed getting out of this situation was going to be quite the equation. The math came quick, and it wasn’t pleasant. Jake had a lot of experience in thinking up quick exit strategies, but in this case surviving a four-story fall and living to tell the tale didn’t have much margin for error. This particular exit strategy came with two options, both with their own set of pros and cons. Option one was to propel himself head first into the ground and hope for death on impact. It definitely was the most brutal of the exit strategies but the only one that didn’t involve him potentially being eaten alive. Option two was by far the most self-sacrificing and heroic, but he didn’t want to do it anymore than option one. He felt he still owed Sarah and by proxy Daryl some sort of redemption, and if he could just land on one or two of the unsuspecting zombies in the alley, maybe he could get out of there unscathed at best or with a bite or two at worst, and then he could at least try and get Sarah to safety before he succumbed to a zombie-like state.
The pain in his ribs and armpit was unbearable, and Jake felt his leverage slipping. He had to put his plans for survival on the back burner and try to balance the pain by putting his other arm over the cable too. Slowly, he began to swing his legs to give him some extra momentum when he finally sought to bring his other arm over the cable. The pain was like nothing else, and Jake tried to push it to the back of his mind, but every swing shot hot needles throughout his body. Dark thoughts came with the pain. It was like every move he had ever made was a failure. It was like his ego had shrouded his whole life and fooled him into thinking he was in charge of his world and everything he did was by design. Jake couldn’t bear it any longer. He needed to act before the thoughts and pain got the best of him.
“Let’s do this, loser!” Jake whispered to himself.
He threw his legs up and shot his other arm over the cable, but midway through the maneuver a sharp pain, like a blade being directly inserted into his armpit, sliced through him and he slipped from his perch.
@KillingJake dead
CHAPTER 137: THE BAD PENNY
Take into account that great love and great achievements involve great risk.
― Dalai Lama XIV
Sarah heard the splat but didn’t want to look o
ver the edge. It would be final then and another reason to just give up. She looked down to Ava, her only reason to exist at that moment, and she was gone. Everything in her life was disappearing right in front of her. Sarah snapped out of her daze and found Ava peering over the edge of the building. Her heart raced as she ran over to her and wrenched her back as gently as she could. She didn’t want to scare her, but she didn’t want another person going over the side of the building.
“Look, Miss Giselle,” Ava said quietly.
She didn’t want to look—why would she?—but there was a flash, a brief movement in the corner of her eye, and every molecule of sadness she had been hoarding in her soul disappeared into the ether.
“Jake!” Sarah yelled.
Her eyes widened as she tried to make sure it wasn’t a fantasy or hallucination. It wasn’t a dream; Jake was hanging on to the cable with two hands forty feet from the ground.
“Jake!” Sarah tearfully called down.
“Hey, babe!” Jake called back jokingly.
“Hold on!” Sarah yelled down to him.
“Shhhhh!” Jake mouthed up to Sarah.
He made a show of looking down to the alley and back up to Sarah, his eyes acting like an aircraft marshal, directing Sarah to look down the alley at all the looky-loo zombies her yelling was attracting.
“Oh,” Sarah whispered as she understood the gravity of the situation.
Sarah knelt down next to Ava and looked over the edge.
“We got to be quiet, honey,” Sarah whispered in Ava’s ear. “There are bad people down there.”
They could see Jake inching his way over to the rickety fire escape, and Sarah wasn’t sure if she was more anxious than him. Her breaths were shallow and fast, and she knew it would be cruel for her to be given so much hope, just for it all to be taken away yet again. Jake was a good ten feet from the rail, and she wanted to run to him, to help him, but she couldn’t. Ava was like a lead weight stopping her from swimming to shore. She had thoughts of leaving her on the rooftop while she went down to help Jake, but they evaporated quicker than they had come into her mind. It wasn’t smooth sailing for Jake, even if he made it to the fire escape. The cable was a clear two yards lower than the bottom landing. He would need to be pulled up.
